I Don’t Want the Waist-Long Hair

It had been one year since the Center Sect attacked Zhaoge City. The royal palace had been by and large rebuilt, and the Great Formation of the royal palace was much stronger now after it had been repaired by the One-Cottage House and other Cultivation sects. The new emperor governed the state in a benevolent fashion after taking the throne. The residents of Zhaoge City had no need to worry about dying from the thunder and fire falling down from the sky. The city was on its way to normality.

In the grand hall, the Emperor and the chancellors were discussing the state affairs.

In the side hall, Gu Qing was reading the proposals from the chancellors behind the desk. The Royal Concubine Hu was watching him nearby.

The Drifter was gliding above the beams, and Ping Yongjia was lying flat on the bed.

A cold intent came over from the deep part of the palace. Though it was evidently inside the room, the wind and snow were making their way to a spot.